My Brothers Best friend (REWRITTING)

26|You dont own me

It would be a shame to damage that beautiful face- part 2 *play music;)

"I assume I deserve this, but can you tell me why you want to kill me this time?" Despite Adrien holding a gun to his head, he still manages to grin, showing off his pearly white teeth.

"Adrien", Zane says as he watches her from the couch, seeing his brother with a gun to his head didn't seem to affect him at all, as he kept a cool tone."You're going to break his heart if you pull a stunt like this."

She turned her head to zane, while keeping her aim towards Damon, "He has a heart?"
While Adrien was looking to zane, Damon used his chance while she was distracted to grab the gun from her delicate hands, and pull her to the floor. He smirked seeing he was now hovering on top of her.

"But ho- how?"

"This isn't the first time somebody's held a gun to my head my love." He interrupted seeing the confused expression on her face.

"Did you miss me?" he asks, a hint of a devilish grin in his eyes.

"No," She replies, stopping her real feelings from creeping up her throat and satisfying his cruel curiosity.

He chuckled as he shook his head, "I heard you tried to find me in someone else."

She scuffed, "And who might of told you that?"

"I have my ways darling," He smiled. "Now tell me who is this Calvin guy."

"Oh you know." She shrugs, "Just someone who's not a raging lunatic like you."

"Raging lunatic huh? See I thought it was Jackass, but don't tell me you meet him at the coffee shop too."

By the way she never answered him, he knew just what her answer was as he laughed. "Lets just hope he didn't spill coffee on your shirt."

She scuffed, licking her teeth out of anger, His sarcastic tone, and one liners was enough to make her boil red.

"I hate you," She scuffed.

"Ah," he pured against her lips softly, "Such harsh words dear. I'm enlightened."

"I must say," he raised an eyebrow giving off a cocky look, "I'm impressed, But my dear Adrien you've caused more problems then one could."

She grinned, "How so,"

"Well you see, you know that old Russian man?" She nodded. "I was going to trade him 20,000 dollars for his life, but instead I found you." He paused as his face grew serious. "Now, Can you tell me where I might find that man?"

"Dead"

"I'm sorry, what the fuck was that?"

"You heard me dead." She smiles prologuing each letter, As in swimming with the fishes." She gave a sad sarcastic look, "As in, I put a bullet between his head."

His face grew even madder than before, as he wrapped his hand around Adrian's  throat out of anger, but not hard enough to hurt her.

"I needed that fucking money!" He yelled unleashing a side Adrien had never seen before. His grip around her throat suddenly became tighter as her gasps for air was like music to his ears.

Finally he let go, as she laid there panting.
"I don't want to kill you Adrien, even though every part of my body is practically screaming for me too."
He loved the way it felt. They way peoples screams poised his cruel head. It was like a drug to him. Killing, and hurting it had become an addiction. And Adrien had become the dose.